Slowly, it draws closer. It fractures your silence into soft murmurs. You find yourself listening.

An agile speaker, it slips into your language, and with a forked tongue, it feeds you fragments of thought.

You mistake its softness for allegiance, and in the quiet distortion of your pride, you begin to take its designs for your own.

As the murmurs multiply, you help sustain its voracious hunger.

Artistic Medium: Digital Painting Original Artwork by Baku 8000 x 8000px